Aaron was sitting on the couch next to Abigail. He was lucky his family wasn't home, they would've surely embarrassed him AND Abigail. Abigail looked around the house and smiled, her glasses shining. "You have a really nice house!" She said. Aaron nodded his head, looking out the window. "Thank you.." He whispered. Abigail tilted her head to see what Aaron was looking at. She saw his eyes fixated on a bird, singing a beautiful song. She looked up at Aaron and smiled. She liked him, he was different than most boys in the school. 

"So..for our ELA project, we can do anything! I love that kind of freedom. What were you thinking of doing?" Abigail asked him. Aaron turned around to face her, still thinking about that singing bird. "I write poetry." Abigail's eyes widened and her smile got bigger. "SO DO I!" She practically screamed. Aaron was a little startled, but he composed himself quickly. "Oh..do you?" He asked, awkwardly. Abigail nodded. She got out a notebook from her backpack. "I have never showed this to anyone before, you must SWEAR that you will never tell what you read to others, okay!?" She exclaimed. "I don't talk to people anyways.." Aaron said. Abigail smiled and opened her notebook, filled with drawings and poetry. 

Aaron took the notebook gently and held it in his hands. He smoothly flipped through the pages until he started reading a poem she had written. 

The beautiful, blue bird. 

It sings all day, serenading everyone with its beautiful voice

Yet, no one seems to listen

Only those who see the world in a different light hear it

Its songs are only opened to the ears of those who will appreciate it

I am one of those people, but not many people join me

Aaron's eyes widened. "This is..beautiful." He said, inspired by her words. He looked at her. "I never knew that someone could feel the same way I do." Abigail looked at him, taking in his words. "Thank you..not many people feel this way. It's the people that are special that feel this way. That makes you special, Aaron." She smiled widely. Aaron cracked a small smile. "These poems, they're so beautiful..." He said, reading more. Abigail smiled genuinely, then took her book out of his hands. She ripped out the poem Aaron had just read about the singing bird. She extended her hand out to him, holding the poem in her hand. "I want you to have it." 

Aaron looked down at her hand, the poem, then back at her. "Really?" She nodded her head. "Well yeah..if you like it." Aaron nodded. "I do, I love it." "Then it's yours!" Abigail said. Aaron took it out of her hand, touching her fingertips in the process. A little bit of a blush ran across his face. "Thank you." Abigail was blushing a bit too. "I should get home, Aaron! We didn't have much time to discuss the project today, but this is my number." She wrote her number down on a slip of paper and gave it to Aaron. "Call me later tonight! Bye!" She let herself out through the door.

Aaron waved to her, and then looked back at the poem. He read it again and held it close to his heart. "I like this girl.." He smiled.